Treasure Eye

Yang Bo suddenly heard a voice from the roadside. He turned his head to look and saw an old man, ragged and leaning against the steps, his forehead covered in sweat!,"Little brother, just take it!" The old beggar held a plate of fried rice in one hand and a glass bead in the other, handing it to Yang Bo. "I found this by chance, and no one wants it anyway. It's better to give it to you, this kind young man!",Yang Bo took out his own fried rice and picked up a pair of chopsticks. Suddenly, he thought of a question: where did the glass beads go。